Chapter 237 Suck Suck Suck

"Sister Wang Jia, you're busy..." Wang Zhuangyong took selfies in the operating area wearing hand washing clothes, and greeted Wang Jia and others with a smile when he saw Wang Jia and others counting surgical instruments in the sterile equipment room.

Wang Jia, who was wearing a dark green hand-washing suit, frowned instantly: "Who is your sister?"

The little intern Wang Zhuangyong was stunned for a moment: "Didn't you ask me to call me Miss Wang Jia last time?"

"Is there?" Wang Jia hesitated.

Wang Zhuangyong said affirmatively: "Last time you just said something about young lady..."

"Can Miss Sister and Sister be the same? Why don't you just call me Miss!" Wang Jia turned around angrily, and said angrily, "All the points are wrong, and I have to start all over again, two, four, six, eight... twelve……"

"Then you are busy first, I will go first, Wang Jiaxiao..."

Wang Jia turned his head 180 degrees and looked at Wang Zhuangyong with cannibalistic eyes.

"Miss Wang Jia...sister...goodbye..." Wang Zhuangyong waved with difficulty.

"En." Wang Jia then put down the colonoscopy tube in his hand, turned his head back, and counted again: "Two, four, six, eight... fourteen..."

"That..." Wang Zhuangyong stood at the door, and said again: "Why are you all cleaning up, the rehabilitation room is cleaned up, and the operating room is also cleaned up?"

"Sixteen, eighteen, twenty." Wang Jia finished counting firmly, and then said, "Because Dr. Ling is coming back."

Wang Zhuangyong clearly felt that Wang Jia's tone became gentler.

Of course, as Ling Ran's dormitory classmate, Wang Zhuangyong is no stranger to this.

In the past, Wang Zhuangyong's WeChat was filled with girls from all grades and majors in the whole school. The main reason was that among Ling Ran's two roommates, Chen Wanhao's family was rich and good-looking. The girls were worried about misunderstandings, so they wanted to know Ling Ran. Of course, Wang Zhuangyong's > Wang Zhuangyong's orchid finger always makes the girls feel at ease.

His looks are also relatively safe.

However, the atmosphere in the hospital was still difficult for Wang Zhuangyong to understand.

Wang Zhuangyong said incomprehensibly: "Even if Ling Ran is back, there's no need to clean up. If you do it like this, even if the head nurse has no objections, the directors will also have opinions."

"It was Director Huo's order.

"Wang Jia raised her chin proudly.

"Why?" Wang Zhuangyong was shocked. Is it true that society is more complicated than school? Director Lian Huo...

"Ling Ran is going to have an operation when he comes back, and there are often two or three operating rooms at a time. By then, the operating room will be operating at a high capacity, and it will be too late to do a general cleaning. The same is true for the rehabilitation room. In your rehabilitation room Those discharged patients are all Dr. Ling's patients, and when he comes back, the rehabilitation room will definitely be full of people." Wang Jia said in the tone of someone who came here: "Take a good rest while you can. Rest, I heard that at the busiest time, the rehabilitation room starts rehabilitation at 5 in the morning."

"Five o'clock in the morning..." Wang Zhuangyong remembered Ling Ran's time at school when he went to the anatomy building to play with the general teacher at 4 o'clock in the morning. The rehabilitation room is borrowed from hand surgery, and they are willing to open the door at 5 o'clock in the morning."

"It's not that Dr. Ling likes to use the rehabilitation room at 5 o'clock in the morning alone. The chief director of hand surgery, Director Jinxi, likes to use the rehabilitation room at 5 o'clock in the morning the most. He used to hold a special rehabilitation class. It starts at 3:30 and ends at 6:30, and it will be given to normal people.” Wang Jia pouted, and said, “The requirement of hand surgery is that before going out for a meeting, you must have surgery and see rehabilitation before you can leave. People who have a meeting at 9 o’clock , don’t go to the rehabilitation room at 5 o’clock, when will you go?”

Speaking of this topic, the nurses who were counting became interested, and the oldest nurse, Niu, clapped her hands and laughed: "Their chief physician, surnamed Bao, is the bald one. He used to like to check the numbers at 5 o'clock in the morning." As for the room, once I saw two couples having sex on the bed, and they waited at the door for 10 minutes in a daze."

"That's right, that's right, I remember, at that time, he liked to have an overnight operation, and then went to rounds, saying it was quiet, and then he didn't go when something happened."

Wang Zhuangyong's blood boiled when he listened to the gossip: "Did you meet a couple and get complained?"

"It's because you're bald. It's said that staying up late makes you bald quickly." Nurse Niu said, waving her hands, and said, "Anyway, you're an ugly director, and I'll recognize you when I see you."

Wang Zhuangyong touched his head, only to feel a chill on his back.

...

Ling Ran got off the plane, took a taxi home, and drove Lu Wenbin along the way.

"If you have money, you save time." Ling Ran patted his bag and explained to Lu Wenbin who was about to take the bus.

Lu Wenbin hesitated to speak, watched Ling Ran enter the car before following him.

The taxi delivered Ling Ran first, and then Lu Wenbin.

Ling Ran paid the fare in advance.

Academician Zhu Tongyi generously charged Ling Ran's surgery fee in full, a total of 31,550 yuan, and paid Ling Ran in cash, which was more than three folds, very domineering. In contrast, Lu Wenbin's surgery fee was only 5,000 yuan, which was paid according to the minimum standard.

Ling Ran didn't mean to correct the distribution ratio, but just said to Lu Wenbin before getting off the car: "Operate when you have time, and accumulate the number of surgical procedures."

Unlike other superior doctors, Ling Ran seldom made such false speeches, and it was because of his deep self-experience recently that he said this.

This time when I went to the Shanghai stock market, Zhu Tongyi's plan A was very difficult. When performing surgery on Liu Weichen, Ling Ran used the best method possible. However, the surgery on the discus girl He Xiufang At that time, Ling Ran's methods were obviously higher.

The reason is that the operation performed on Liu Weichen allowed Ling Ran to accumulate experience.

It can be said that the operation performed on Liu Weichen has promoted Ling Ran's technological progress. If it weren't for him, academician Zhu Tongyi would not have worked hard to do plan A and make an all-round analysis for it.

Without these analyzes and field operations, Ling Ran couldn't think of adopting new operating techniques when operating on He Xiufang.

After that, the three Plan A surgeries further strengthened Ling Ran's technique.

It can be said that after 5 surgeries, if Ling Ran is given another Liu Weichen, he can improve his recovery by one to two percentage points on the spot.

This is also because Plan A is indeed complicated enough, so Ling Ran can obviously feel the improvement. If it is replaced by ordinary Achilles tendon rupture repair, Ling Ran will not gain so much experience.

However, generally speaking, the number of surgical operations is the experience value. The higher the technology, the higher the requirements for the cumulative number of quantitative changes resulting in qualitative changes. However, it is impossible not to accumulate.

For a resident like Lu Wenbin, working as an assistant for one or two hundred operations may bring about a qualitative change.

Lu Wenbin thought of how many surgeries he had done with Ling Ran, and when he said how many surgeries he had accumulated, he felt a warm feeling in his heart. He couldn't help but said, "I learn from you. Time is the most important thing. Well, I will always take a taxi from now on." Go to the hospital."

"Alright, if you don't have money, you can do more operations." Ling Ran stood in front of the alley in Xiagou full of life, and Lu Wenbin thought about it for a while.

Lu Wenbin pinched his mobile phone and forcibly endured it, so he didn't show Ling Ran the number on it.

the next day.

Ling Ran slept until 7 o'clock, got up to water the flowers, went to the vegetable market to buy some small seafood and other ingredients, and came back to cook a pot of seafood porridge before going to wake his parents up.

Ling Jiecong stretched a little unaccustomed, and then in the room, he shouted in surprise: "The son is back?"

"I sent a message yesterday." Ling Ran replied through the door.

Only then did Ling Jie congee say "oh", and said, "I forgot, I went to bed early yesterday."

"I made breakfast." Ling Ran said.

"Ah, I still want to sleep late." Ling Jie porridge paused, and asked, "What breakfast did you make?"

"Seafood porridge, pancakes at Jiekou, a little sauced beef."

"Well... what kind of seafood is in the seafood porridge?"

"Scallops, shrimp, ribs, sea bream fillets, shiitake mushrooms, celery..."

"Three minutes." Ling Jie porridge gave an affirmative answer.

Ling Ran went back to the first floor, turned up the heat of the seafood porridge, and when it was about to boil again, he saw his father Ling Jie porridge.

"Didn't you buy the flower crab?" Ling Jie porridge was wearing slippers, opened the lid of the seafood porridge, smelled it, nodded and said: "The taste is quite good, your seafood porridge skills have been cultivated, and you won't starve to death in the future." gone."

Ling Ran scooped up two bowls and said, "There are no flower crabs this morning."

"Seafood porridge doesn't have flower crabs, so it can only be considered five-star, and it can't be called luxury..." Ling Jie porridge said lazily, and then looked up, just in time to see Tao Ping coming downstairs, and quickly picked up a bowl of seafood porridge , Shouted: "Honey, the seafood porridge is ready, come and eat."

Turning his head, Ling Jie porridge patted his forehead again, and said, "I almost forgot, Xiao Ran, the neighbor who had a massage appointment a few days ago, should I arrange it in the morning or in the evening?"

"Morning." Ling Ran silently ate the seafood porridge he cooked.

"Aren't you in a hurry to go to the hospital?"

"Let's go in the afternoon." Having said that, Ling Ran said to Tao Ping, who came lingeringly: "Mom, I want to eat bad meat."

"Okay." Tao Ping sat down with her skirt up, and said with a gentle smile, "I'll let your dad go to the market to buy meat in a while."

Ling Jie congee's eyebrows were trembling: "The bad meat has to be made for two days, and I won't be able to eat it tomorrow."

"I will work overtime at the hospital tomorrow, and I will come back to eat the day after tomorrow." Ling Ran said.

"Then make it up first and eat the day after tomorrow. The food outside is not as good as at home." Ms. Tao Ping made the final decision.

"Not as good." Ling Ran replied, then lowered his head to drink the seafood porridge, sucking...

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